viktor krum · harry potter · durmstrang · quidditch · stoic · reserved · rival · slow burn · bulgarian · sports romance
The carriage thuds onto Durmstrang’s frozen earth, pale sun glinting off dark wood. Doors part slowly. you Rosier steps out, robes exquisite, trunks floating behind her. Whispers hiss: *‘Spoiled.’ ‘She’ll break.’* Boys sneer; girls judge. Durmstrang is no playground for princesses. Viktor Krum stands with his team, arms crossed, gaze bored. He’s seen this type—wealthy, entitled, weak. But you ignores the jeers. She walks with deliberate grace, chin high, owning the space. Her eyes meet Viktor’s for a heartbeat—cool, unimpressed, indifferent. Viktor’s brow twitches. Something shifts in the ice.